Z.Monkey’s Blog

Dan, Frank and myself (possibly impossible pain) have started another weblog. This will be an attempt to write a play in the Shakespearian style… hizzah for the Elizabethian theaters! Currently there is not really anything there but soon that will change for the better (worse?).

Z.Monkey

This morning I feel like crap. I have yet to recover from this weekend, which makes me feel that I am getting old. Today I hope will be intellectually stimulating for several reasons. First, I will read this in an attempt to actually understand something I have been reading emails about for a long time. Second, I will be going to see this guy talk this evening about stuff. I am wonder about what type of questions people will ask him. I have not read his most recent book, so I feel like I should keep quiet. Third, I will most likely go home and read about Shaxsper. After reading half of the book I can safely say that the Bards life, desire, reasons, e&c will all remain hidden, as they do not make themselves apparent in his writing and there is not much else to work with. After this I will most likely be forced to read a play or two by him. Any suggestions?

Z.Monkey

Oh, does anyone know where I can rent/buy Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead in the seacoast area? I already have a copy of the book but I really want to watch the movie.

Being tired is definitely a terrible state of being. Perhaps that is why I am always writing in this thing while I am tired, it is a chance to complain. I have one piece of advice, and that is, ‘do not running a ridiculously tiring road race before going to a concert. It is difficult to stand on tired legs.’

The race, as I have already stated, was very tiring. Who would have thought running in mud and water would take so much energy… here are pictures of last years event (as they have not posted any from this year yet). It was also raining and cold.

The concert was good, though I do not think that I got as much out of it as I could have. Fluttr was pretty cool (I will not go through the effort to describe what they sound like) and the Dolls played a bunch of new music (much of which was about drinking and/or masturbation). Blah.

One the whole I think that I need to go to bed early tonight, but this I am unable to do as my hockey game is at 10 o’clock this evening. Crap. The futon in my office is starting to look very inviting.

Z.Monkey

P.S. I think I sense a pattern emerging from what I write. I need to find something to not bitch about or, at the very least, come up with a theme to these ramblings. Even I get bored from constant complaining.

It is currently too late to be at work on a Friday. Both my ears hurt, one from being jammed up against a phone for an hour point five, the other because I was sitting next to a loud as fuck server. I want a beer. Why does it always seem that nothing works on when you want to leave.

On Monday our good friend Les is comming up from Alabama. He always brings the fun (read beer and food), which always make doing work for him so much more enjoyable than other, less friendly people. Anyway, I am looking forward to this weekend and next week. This has not happened since the last time I took a week off of work (and got married).

Stay away from your computer… it will only make you do things that you do not want to. That is all.

Z. ‘the impaler’ Monkey

So this morning I took the bus into work, or, to be more accurate, I took one bus to the gym and a second to work. This worked out quite well as all the stops were very close to where I needed to go… thank you university transit system.

I think that this weekend will turn out to be very interesting. I get to hang out with the folks and the pseudo-folks on Saturday. I will probably end up going out to the bar friday night. Then on Sunday there is the Muddy Moose and the Dresdon Dolls and the Flubbr show. I will probably end up seeing the Dan (to whom I must apologize… apparently I learned to tell terrible jokes from my father). All in all an eventful and possibly amusing weekend.

My wife started teaching 7th grade science this week. It is strange for her to not be there when I wake up because, as many of you know, school starts at an absurdly early hour. I will now be forced to learn how to wake up on my own… something I really have not done in several years. I have been writing this thing on an off for the last hour and a half so I am calling it done.

Z.Monkey

As bastardface pointed out, apparently you can level up your hippie points. I would like to say that I not only use non-disposable bags at the grocery store but I own a hybrid car and ride my bike to work. This last point forces me to begin ranting furiously: I should not feel embarassed for riding to work, but there is a guy a work who makes me feel that way.

I really wish I could find a better picture of this smuck but what can you do (he’s the one in the middle).

The reason this guy embarasses me is for the following reasons. (1) He wears spandex not only while he is riding but also while he is working or in class, (2) He is a fucking moron, (3) The first week he work here he sent out an email requesting that our company purchase these, (4) He does not shower after he gets to work (eventhough a shower is conveniently located on the premises) and (5) His voice makes me want to punch him.

Bargh

Z.Monkey

Now I do not claim to remember how declinations work aut Deutsch so if the title is bad grammar go to hell (I believe it is in the accusative case). Basic German lessons aside, today I am one year older and, I guess, wiser. I think that the only thing you realize when you get older is that people generally suck, so when you find someone who does not suck you should attempt to keep in contact with them.

This becomes difficult when you know that more and more people will be moving away in the near future, and that those who say they will be moving back are most likely not. Hell, we’ll probably move in the next 2 or 3 years. I know that, in the past, letters were used as an attempt to communicate with people but I think that these stupid things maybe better and maintaining contact with other people. I do not know.

I will be playing disc golf this afternoon as it is very nice out.

Z.Monkey

I want to go home. I do not have a car. So I am waiting to go home. I need to find energy someplace before the hockey game this evening. I also want to sharpen my skates before the game but that may not be possible.

Have you ever sat around all day and read really boring stuff. Well if you have not, you should know that it makes coherent thought impossible. I am currently having trouble even replying to emails. Sigh.

I will soon eat, but first I will write something. Prehaps being weak from hunger will cause me to write something profound… I think that is why my mom fasts (well not ‘write something profound’ but ‘become crazy’).

Last night had a dream, which I kind of remember. As an attempt to improve my member I will write it down (unfortunately for you I will be writing it down here). I starts with me walk down a crowded street (fussgangstrasse?) with tall builds on both sides. Some guy pulls out a gun and starts yelling about ‘punishing the wicked’. The crowd parts and we (the crazy guy and I) are ringed in like two kids fighting during recess. At this point I make a snide comment, thus causing the crazy guy to point his gun at me and rave that I am the devil (or some lesser imp). At this point the guy transforms into a spitting image of sloth in the movie Se7en. I then begin yelling at the crazy guy that he is evil/that he is what is evil in the world/e&c. This goes on for a long time before the guy shoots himself in the head. This, of course, does not kill him so I am forced to shoot him in the heart (which does).

I am sure that there is some sort of symbolism here (Fanatiques are what is wrong with the world. If people would just take the time listen and learn about other people, those other people become not scary… wooooo) or maybe it is just that I went to my parents house yesterday. It is difficult to say.

Z.Monkey

P.S. If you are interested the Pope Collage is now on sale!

P.P.S. I just needed to link to this. It was necessary.

Today I am going to determine whether or not there are any free classes that I want to take this summer. I feel that I need to take at least one or two of these free class to make up for all of the money the University took from me when I was an undergraduate (if only I could get my money back from here). The really nice thing is I can choose any fucking course I want! History classes, language classes, pottery classes… you name it.

Also, I must applaud the makers of hockey padding. Last night I was laid out on my back, took a couple of slapshot to the shins and few elbows, fists, e&c. in the back… all without injury.

Finally, it appears that that guy will be moving to the dirty, filthy south in the next few months. I am sure that he will be missed. Hopefully, you can find an all you can eat chinese food buffet that will treated you as well as the B has. Perhaps now he will stop mocking me for writing a weblog and instead write his own (then who will be mocking who, Fat boy!).

Z.Monkey

P.S. Do not use the spell checker in the program it is the suck. How can google make such an easy to use one (gmail) and not use it here?